The Truth About Lies[COMPLETED]✓

🏵️Chapter 43🏵️: Failed Plan A?... Moving to plan B.

This chapter is dedicated to GoldenJane04. Honestly, I can't thank you enough. Your believe in me, taking your time to read my novels even though you didn't know what you'll expect from me, you still believed me and read my book Thank you Jane, you really don't know how much this means to me.

{Dure's P.O.V}

"WHEN THE COMPANY IS GOING BROKE, YOU HAD THE AUDACITY TO MAKE A DEAL WITH AN ARABIAN PRINCE ON YOUR PRETENSE MARRIAGE?!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH 300,000 US DOLLARS IS IF CONVERTED TO LIAOS?!!" Father yelled, throwing his picture at me who's frame hit me fair and square on the forehead, causing a sharp pain to go through my skull. I dared not touch the wounded area for fear that father would do worse than that.

  He was raging right now, his old veins Popping out of his neck and his face in a horrible squeeze, his hair is scattered due to the number of times his hands raked his grey hair and he had been throwing a lot of objects at me, some which flew the wrong way, some which I tried to dodge and a few which landed on parts of my body.

  "I'm sorry, Father. I shouldn't have done that" I apologized solemnly but that only seemed to enrage him the more.

"YOU'RE SORRY, YOU'RE SORRY, YOU'RE SORRY. THAT'S ALL YOU EVER SAY. YOU BASTARD, WILL SORRY ADD THE MONEY BACK TO OUR ACCOUNT?!" He yelled, throwing his tea cup at me, I Dodged it by chance and it flew towards the wall behind me,  smashing into many pieces.

"Please master, do not take it to heart. Your health is important than any amount of money" Solomon said to father, hoping to calm his nerves.

  The old man fell on his executive chair, taking his tobacco pipe, he sucked in a deep amount of the substance before huffing it out on frustration, while I still knelt there, not daring to move and inch from where I was without his permission.

"Listen Dure, I brought that woman you can't live without. What's her name again? I think her name is Tuna or something. My intention for bringing her is that I was so sure  you'd make me proud and I would give her back to you as a gift of appreciation. But now that you're dampening my spirits, what should I do to her?" Father asked, finalizing his question with a big huff into the air.

"I'll do better next time, father" I assured him.

"What of the Casino in Lokai? How's the construction going?" Father asked me finally, the one question I dreaded to hear.

Sweats started forming immediately and my heart started racing. Hell will definitely let loose if he finds out.

"I asked a question, Dure and I need an answer". He asked, his tone rising in anger.

"I could...I could...I could not...build it... Father" I tried so hard not to stutter but failed woefully.

Father laughed. He laughed and laughed so hard, he started wheezing. "Did you hear what my son said, Solomon? Cause I didn't hear. I'm guessing the tobacco is now affecting my ears". He said to Solomon, in between laughs and as suddenly as his laughter came, his dagger came to, piercing my shoulder blade more quickly than I could even see. I tried not to groan as the pain of the dagger began to sink into my head. I dared not pull it out, I just left it to stop the blood from oozing out.

"Why couldn't you build it, son?" He asked calmly, looking so calm. No prophet is needed to let you know that he'd soon start yelling.